Surrogate For The Billionaire: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance (6 page)

“Mr.
Henderson. Everything checked out great. We just need your sample and
we are all set to proceed.”

Bryce
winced when the couple sitting next to him smirked at the doctor’s
words. Now everyone in the place would know he was going into a back
room to jack off. Great. He could just see the headlines now.
Bryce
Henderson pleasures himself in OB’s office.
The country
would think he was a perv.

“Right,”
he answered, following the doctor back with a scowl.

She
left him in an exam room and told him someone would be back in twenty
minutes to collect it. The pressure was on and Bryce did not think he
could perform under these conditions. For the first five minutes all
he did was walk around, trying to ‘get it up’. When that
didn’t work he decided to sit down and relax on the exam table.
The doctor was nice enough to leave him a little cup but that was
about it. He began to think of Lateisha and the other night. Before
he knew it his erection was pressing hard against his suit pants
begging to be freed. Not willing to over think it, Bryce undid his
pants, wrapping his hand around his thick shaft. He closed his eyes,
picturing Lateisha all but naked in the back of his limo. He groaned
and began to massage his cock, which was now as hard as a rock. Bryce
imagined that Lateisha didn’t spook and they hadn’t
stopped. Prior to Gerry interrupting them, Lateisha had her hands
wrapped around his length and it felt so good. Just thinking about it
now made him even harder. He suppressed a moan and massaged faster,
pretending he was buried deep inside of Lateisha as she had her
beautiful legs wrapped around him. Bryce’s balls tightened and
his hips bucked and at the last second he remembered to grab the cup
before he came.

Bryce
blinked, reality coming back to him. Heat flushed his face as he just
realized what he did and where he was. It took him several minutes to
collect himself but he washed himself off and capped the cup
returning it to the counter on which he found it. Five minutes later
a knock sounded on the door. Without looking at the nurse, he handed
the cup over and headed towards the waiting room, relieved to find
the couple who smirked at him earlier had already gone.

*****

“We’re
all set!” Doctor Gates, chipper as ever, returned to the room.

In her
hand she clutched something that looked eerily like a turkey baster.

“Now
lie back, feet up in the stirrups. This won’t hurt at all, but
we will need you to lay with your butt up for a bit afterwards,”
the doctor said.

Lateisha
rolled her eyes, wanting to just get this over with before she
changed her mind. She had to remind herself, more than once, about
the thirty-thousand and doing Bryce a favor. Otherwise she would have
booked it from the office a half hour ago. Twenty minutes of staring
at the ceiling later, Lateisha was allowed to get up and get dressed.

“Is
there anything I shouldn’t do?” Lateisha asked when she
walked out of the room.

“Nope.
We will have you come back in two weeks to see if it took and then we
will discuss prenatal visits etc. at that time. If you’re
pregnant that is.” The nurse, just as cheery as the doctor,
said as she walked Lateisha out.

Lateisha
made an appointment for two weeks later and stepped into the waiting
room. Bryce sat there, head in his hands. He didn’t see her
approach and for a moment she just studied him. He seemed different;
not as prim and proper as usual. His hair was a bit disheveled, in a
sexy way, and his jaw was covered in brown stubble. If Lateisha
hadn’t just been defiled by a turkey baster she would have
thrown herself at him. He looked damn sexy.

“Hey,”
she said, resting a hand on his shoulder.

Touching
him was always met with electricity and she resisted the urge to
snatch her hand back. Bryce stood. He had a strange look on his face
and just looked at her for a moment. He almost looked as if he wanted
to kiss her and Lateisha’s heart raced at the idea.

“You
ready?” He asked, turning towards the door without another
word.

Lateisha
frowned, something was off but she wasn’t sure what. She missed
prim and proper Bryce, and that thought confused her more than
anything.

*****

Bryce
offered to give Lateisha a ride home again but she declined, needing
some time to herself to digest everything. She could possibly, at
that moment, become pregnant with Bryce’s child. A strange
shiver of excitement ran down her spine but she ignored it. This
wasn’t her baby, it was Bryce’s. Besides, she didn’t
even like kids or want them. Did she?

Shaking
her head in confusion, Lateisha climbed onto the bus. The whole ride
back to her apartment Lateisha’s mind raced. Did she want to
sign the paper? Did she want to give Bryce their baby? Did she even
want a baby? Did she really just want Bryce? By the time she reached
home she was so confused. Becky was sitting on the couch watching a
movie when Lateisha walked in the door. She fought the urge to run
for her room and slam the door. Being mature about this was important
if she wanted Becky on board.

“Hey,”
Lateisha said with a lame wave.

“Hey,
girl,” Becky answered, not looking up from the TV.

“I’m
going to go lie down for a bit,” Lateisha said, heading towards
her room.

Becky
nodded, still not looking at Lateisha. She was mad, but Lateisha
didn’t have the energy to care.

Feeling
extremely worn out, Lateisha stripped off her clothes and pulled a
t-shirt over her head. She fell into bed and pulled the blanket to
her chin, wondering if she just made the biggest mistake of her life.

*****

“I
don’t even know why I’m telling you all of this, John,”
Bryce said, hanging his head as he pressed the phone to his ear.

After
the appointment he went back to the office, of course. His long time
friend and business partner, John Wilson, called him while he was
brooding with a glass of Jack and staring out the window.

“I
think this is a mistake, Bryce. She’s using you for your money.
Can’t you see? Even if she does end up pregnant not only will
she keep the baby, but she will also try to swindle you out of
millions to take care of it,” John practically screamed at
Bryce through the phone.

Bryce
pulled the phone from his ear for a moment until he was done his
ranting.

“Are
you finished?” Bryce asked with disdain, nothing he did lately
felt like the right choice.

“Yes.
I’m just worried about you, that’s all. Why couldn’t
you get married and have a baby the traditional way?” John
said, his tone less harsh.

“I
don’t have time for all that. Dating takes time that I don’t
have. This is easier and a way to have a child to pass my company on
to,” Bryce answered with defeat. Maybe he was wrong?

“Well,
as long as you’re happy with your choices, man. I can’t
say anything else.” They said their goodbyes and hung up.

Bryce
swigged the last of the golden liquid in the glass and slammed it
onto the side table where he kept his liquor. A knock sounded at the
door.

“Come
in!” He bellowed with a little too much ire.

His
bitchy blond assistant walked in, a faux look of being wounded on her
face. Bryce had an inkling she was gunning for him because of his
status in the city and his money but he wasn’t the least bit
attracted to her.

“What’s
wrong, Bryce?” She purred, her bottom lip poking out like he
hurt her feelings.

Bryce
held back the urge to roll his eyes. He hated women who played games.
Lateisha didn’t play games; she just told it like it was. Angry
about comparing the woman to Lateisha, Bryce frowned.

“It’s
not really any of your business what’s wrong with me,” he
snapped at Rachel. “What do you need?”

Rachel
flinched as if he punched her, the first visibly honest thing she did
since she started working for him. He felt bad for a minute until he
realized she still planned on playing games.

“I’m
sorry, Bryce. I was just concerned,” she pouted some more.
Bryce was at the end of his patience limit.

“Rachel,
just tell me what you came to say,” he barked.

“Right,
the results of Ms. Aaron’s background check just came in and I
thought you’d like to see them right away,” she said
handing him an envelope, a smirk on her face as if she knew something
he didn’t.

Shit,
he forgot about that. Why did he push for the insemination before he
got the results back? Not liking the answer that came to mind, Bryce
pushed the thought away.

“Thanks,”
he said, taking the letter from her outstretched hand. Rachel brushed
her fingers with his when he grabbed it and Bryce cringed at the
contract. “And Rachel,” he added as she walked from the
room, “It’s Mr. Henderson to you.”

Rachel
scowled but didn’t answer, instead turning with attitude and
leaving the office.

Bryce
shook his head at her absurdity and walked back to his desk. He tore
the letter open and unfolded it, unsure of what he would do if
something major showed up. Scanning the letter he frowned. Her credit
was good, she had no credit card debt or was being sued by anyone
or
sued anyone for anything. That was good. But there was one thing
that came up that was unusual. Bryce tossed the letter onto his desk
angrily and snatched his cell phone from where he left it on the side
table after talking to John.

He
dialed the number from memory, something that concerned him but he’d
address that another time, and waited for Lateisha to answer.

“Hello?”
She answered, her voice sounded scratchy like she just woke up.

“Lateisha?
Hello. I’m sorry, is this a bad time?” Bryce became
flustered at the sexy sound of her sleep deepened voice.

Bryce
heard rustling for a moment. “No, I’m sorry. Is something
wrong?”

Bryce
remembered the background check letter and frowned. “Yes. Well,
I’m calling because I have a question. Who is Tyler Walker?”

The
other end went quiet. “Ty and I are dating; well we were
dating, but not seriously. Why?” Lateisha answered, her voice
sounding defensive.

“How
come you didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend when we started
this process?” Bryce demanded, with more anger than he should
have felt.

“He’s
not really my ‘boyfriend’. We’ve been dating off
and on since college but he’s such a slacker,” Lateisha
said; the pot calling the kettle black.

“Well
did you inform him that you could be carrying another man’s
baby?” Bryce said with too much emotion. What was wrong with
him?

“Um,
no, cause it’s none of his damn business,” she answered
angrily.

“I’d
want to know if my girlfriend was a surrogate,” Bryce said.
This conversation was really not going the way he planned.

“Like
I said, he’s not my boyfriend and I don’t owe him
anything. If you must know, I spoke to him about possibly going
through with this when I found out and he broke it off anyway just
for suggesting it. Not that I really cared. This is more important,”
Lateisha stopped talking suddenly.

“Why?”
Bryce asked, afraid of the answer.

“Why
what?”

“Why
is this more important?” He asked.

There
was another long pause. “Because I need the money and you
really want a kid,” she said, her voice taking on a more gentle
tone.

Bryce’s
chest tightened. Never through this whole process did he think she
really cared about what he wanted.

“Bryce?
Are you still there?” Lateisha asked.

“Yeah.
I’m sorry about all that. I just didn’t want anything to
compromise our deal that’s all,” Bryce lied. He knew why
he was angry even if he was afraid to admit it.

“Right,”
She answered, something that sounded like hurt in her voice.

This
whole thing was crazy and he knew it, but why the hell couldn’t
he keep his mind off of Lateisha?

*****

Lateisha
waited for a moment for Bryce to say something else. Why he was so
angry about her ex-boyfriend was a mystery, but the fact that he
didn’t trust her hurt even more. Not that it should; this was a
business deal. Lateisha sighed.

“I’m
sorry to have wakened you,” he finally said.

“It’s
alright,” she answered.

They
said goodbye and hung up. Lateisha groaned and lay back down in her
bed. This was going to be the longest nine months of her life.

*****

Two
days passed and Lateisha hadn’t heard from Bryce. Not that she
was waiting. That morning she woke up, around ten as usual, and got
ready for work. She shrugged on her uniform shirt and frowned in the
mirror. She was getting tired of working in fast food but she didn’t
have the energy to look for something else. Bryce certainly didn’t
think much of it. Maybe after she had this baby for Bryce and he paid
her she could do something with her life. Frowning at her reflection
one last time, she swept her curls into a ponytail and pushed her hat
down on her head. Grabbing a quick breakfast of Pop Tarts as she
headed out the door, Lateisha wondered what Bryce was up to. She
shouldn’t care what he thinks or does, but she did and it made
her uncomfortable.

As
Lateisha walked to the bus, the morning sun rising in the sky to warm
up the city just a bit, her phone vibrated alerting her that she had
a call.

“Hello?”
She answered, not checking to see who it was.

The bus
stop was packed and the bus that usually came at ten forty-five
seemed to be late. Sighing, Lateisha took a seat on the curb, hoping
she wasn’t late for work again.

“Lateisha?
It’s Bryce. I was wondering if you had time to meet me at my
office this afternoon.” The sound of his voice made Lateisha’s
heart hammer against her ribcage. Why Bryce? Why not Ty or one of the
other losers she dated?